From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 382

“Pretty much the same as before,” Helen Adams said brightly, flashing a grin. “Olivia, have a seat. Let me fill you in on what’s been going on lately.”

“Sure,” Olivia Bennett replied as she took her seat.

Helen was always thorough—she ran through the updates in her usual, organized way.

Olivia nodded along, listening intently. When Helen had finished, Olivia smiled genuinely. “You did a fantastic job.”

Helen stuck her tongue out playfully. “As long as everything’s good, I’m happy.”

“Thanks for all your hard work,” Olivia said with sincere gratitude.

Helen had basically been running the whole place while Olivia was away. Without her, Olivia would’ve been totally overwhelmed.

“Oh, it wasn’t hard at all,” Helen replied, winking. “You know what they say—‘You get what you pay for.’ With a salary like mine, I can’t just sit around, right?”

Olivia shot her a mock glare, still smiling. “You always know what to say.”

Helen just laughed, the two of them sharing the moment.

Olivia ended up staying at the studio all afternoon. By the time everyone else had left, Ethan Carter finally arrived to pick her up.

They headed to the mall together to pick out a gift, then made their way to the private room Carlson Baker had reserved for his birthday dinner.

The door to the room opened.

Inside, a lively group of friends—guys and girls—were chatting and laughing, glasses in hand, the table scattered with half-eaten pizza, chips, and the remains of party appetizers.

When Carlson spotted them, he leapt up with excitement. “Ethan! Olivia! You made it!”

Ethan gave a small nod, his typical low-key greeting.

Smiling, Olivia handed over the gift. “Happy birthday, Carlson.”

“Thanks, Olivia!” Carlson beamed, taking the gift. “Come on, grab a seat over here.”

Olivia followed Ethan to a spot at the table, glancing around at the unfamiliar faces. She barely recognized anyone—maybe a few she’d seen in passing, but she couldn’t put names to them.

Still, it was clear that everyone in the room knew Ethan. Soon enough, a guy came over with a beer in hand.

Olivia’s eyes crinkled with a grateful smile as she nodded.

The cupcakes were tiny, so Ethan grabbed a selection of different flavors.

He sat down beside her and scooped up a bite with a little fork, holding it out for her.

He did this kind of thing all the time, so Olivia was used to it—she opened her mouth and let him feed her.

It was delicious—moist, sweet, just perfect. She smiled, “That’s really good.”

A few crumbs clung to the corner of her mouth.

Ethan pulled a napkin and gently wiped them away, then offered her another bite of a different flavor, coaxing, “Try this one.”

The two of them sat there quietly, sharing their cupcakes, oblivious to the stares from around the table.

Some of the guests were clearly surprised by how relaxed and sweet they were together.

Carlson just glanced over, completely unfazed. Watching everyone else gawk, he rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, “You guys never seen a couple before?”